Robin woke the next morning fully aware at last that something had happened to him since meeting Wally. It was clearer after having dreams, and being that weak for days, and been through so much for such a little a reason that his head was off somehow. He slid out of bed early in the morning, leaving Wally snoring, and padded to the kitchen in his socks. He carded his fingers through his hair as he started to make some of Raven's tea. He'd buy her a new box soon. She'd been the one to see how weird he'd been getting, why hadn't he listened? That must be part of it. It had to be.

Like it always had been, Robin felt different being away from Wally. He felt normal. Heavier. But just thoughts of him made him weak in the knees again. Like last night's kiss. His head reeled with endorphins, and he clutched the countertop and leaned on it, grinding his teeth. How could one person do all this to his head? How was he so… different… just being around someone else?

"It's not your fault," came a voice from the door, and he jumped, whirling on his heel. Raven drifted down the steps and joined him in the kitchen. She was floating along fully cloaked and looking as if she'd been up for hours. Maybe she had. He stood up straight as she took over making the tea.

"It isn't?" He asked gently.

Her hands moved methodically to fill the pot, and put on the stove, not glancing out from under her hood. "Of course not. All you did was wipe out on a skateboard." She put the water on to boil and glanced at him. "You look… better."

Robin looked down at himself. He felt better than he had yesterday. A lot better. His legs wanted to move, and he felt more awake. "Some pizza and a V8." He explained.

"Wally?" She questioned, and he nodded in reply. "Don't beat yourself up, Robin. It's been a long time since you really let anyone take care of you."

Leaning back against the counter, Robin crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. "I don't need to be taken care of."

Raven sat at one of the stools by the counter and folded her hands on the smooth surface. "You needed to be taken care of yesterday."

"That's because he made me that way!" Robin fought down his frustration. "I've never felt like this before. So dependent. If he'd just left me alone, if we'd just never done this…" He bit his tongue.

Her dark eyes were even. "You would've never been to Paris."

"But I would still be myself." He argued. Sighing, he looked down at the floor. "Do you know what's happening to me?"

"You're in love."

Running his fingers through his hair, Robin gripped locks of it, clenched his jaw. "Then why do I feel like this?" His voice shook, and he clenched his jaw. "I thought love was a good feeling."

Raven reached out and touched his arm. "You've never been in a relationship like this before. Wally is moving slow, but even then, it's changing you. You're adapting to having someone in your life." When he looked up at her wearily, she continued. "Wally has only good intentions. He's making all the moves because you aren't making any. But he's waiting for you to set boundaries. He'll work within them once you decide what they are."

"Boundaries." Robin swallowed. "Not having boundaries would do this?"

"You can depend on him, so you are," Raven explained. "You're subconsciously letting him take the reins. There's nothing wrong with that. But if you don't like what it's doing to you, step up. Make some changes."

Nodding, the boy wonder breathed in the sharp scent of the one room they spent the most time together in, the lounge echoing around them with the absence of their friends. He looked around and for the first time realized how empty it was. No BB yelling and smashing a controller from the couch. No Cyborg piling a sandwich miles high with bacon. No Starfire rifling through CD's looking for her Tamaranian opera. He missed them. He missed being with his team. Looking back to Raven, he pressed his arms tightly over his chest and frowned. "What do I do?"

She smiled. "That's a start."

When the door slid open to the guest room, Robin strode into the darkness showered and changed and toting a mug of tea. He put it aside as he approached the bed. "Wally?" He called softly, touching the exposed shoulder of the sleeping figure. A questioning moan reached his ears. "Breakfast. Come now or Cyborg will eat it all." Robin smiled. Wally turned over, arching his back and stretching out his sleep-sore limbs beneath the blankets. Robin blushed as he tried not to stare.

He squinted up at the boy wonder. "Breakfast? You're an early bird, huh?" Wally sat up with a groan, and grinned at him. "I'm not surprised." He rubbed his face. "What's the occasion?"

"You," Robin joked. He chuckled, kissing Wally's forehead and sliding his fingers through the ginger hair at the back of his head. His heart thundered in his chest. "Come on, let's go." Wally happily climbed out of bed to join him. He slung his arm around Robin's waist as they walked, Robin sipping from his tea mug. Everyone else was yawning and wandering around the lounge when they arrived. They headed to the kitchen. The clean surfaces were all covered in plates piled high with pancakes and eggs and tofu waffles. On the couch, Beast Boy was drooling over a steaming stack of his waffles.

"You look better." Wally commented to his escort as he took a seat at the counter beside Starfire, who was picking at her eggs.

Robin put down his tea and tossed him a plate. "I feel better. Want anything else, Starfire?"

She looked up, blushing. "You don't have to, Robin-"

"Relax," he protested, "I'm fine. Here." He poured her a glass of orange juice and exchanged a smile with her as he poured another for Wally. "Have I missed anything exciting these past few days?"

Starfire drained her glass and added more eggs to her plate. "Nothing terribly important. A few clubs were raided two days ago, but we located their leader and he has been placed under arrest."

"And his henchmen?" Robin questioned eagerly.

"They were apprehended later," Starfire explained, "You see, they had a specific route plot…"